I say things with no air
until this despair go's num,
people lie to me and pity me
they hurt me and laugh,
I lie to them to those most cared about
and I lie to help them to,
like a frozen butterfly
یا dieing poppies,
with no meaning
always being left alone,
I thank the words that hurt me
and welcome this lovely pain,
like ice hard and strong
but always so very fragile,
trick mirrors are all around
with there twisted and fake images,
a دل of abyss and a tortured mind,
the forgotten chess peace
یا the only one standing in a fight,
always left farther then last
and beaten inside,
always will be the last standing lie
cuz I’m not 'ok'
this is my worst but it has meaning to me.
until this despair go's num,
people lie to me and pity me
they hurt me and laugh,
I lie to them to those most cared about
and I lie to help them to,
like a frozen butterfly
یا dieing poppies,
with no meaning
always being left alone,
I thank the words that hurt me
and welcome this lovely pain,
like ice hard and strong
but always so very fragile,
trick mirrors are all around
with there twisted and fake images,
a دل of abyss and a tortured mind,
the forgotten chess peace
یا the only one standing in a fight,
always left farther then last
and beaten inside,
always will be the last standing lie
cuz I’m not 'ok'
this is my worst but it has meaning to me.